The other day my older daughter came home a bit worried. They were discussing a very important topic at school. She was supposed to share “what she would like to be when she grows up” with her classmates.
At first, I was surprised that this had made her upset and asked her what she answered. She was a bit hesitating and said that she actually did not know, and that was her response.
Isabelle is nearly 11-years-old and will be starting a secondary school this September. Does she actually need to worry about this now? Does she need to know?
When do you decide?
When I was growing up in the Czech Republic, I was doing really well at school. Actually, I was always the best in the class and loved all my primary school teachers. We have a very different educational system and finish a primary school at the age of 14. Then you start a secondary school or a grammar school if you are aiming higher, for the university.
With my mum having nearly no education, and my dad working as a dental technician, I was highly encouraged to do exceptionally well at school so I could have a good job one day.
I used to love spending the time at school so much, that when I was at home and finished with my homework, I played and pretended to be a teacher all the time.
That lasted me for many years, just before I was accepted at a grammar school. Things got so much harder, but I still loved studying, especially biology, chemistry, and physics, and soon I decided that becoming a doctor was the right thing for me.
Unfortunately, I did not pass the entrance exams to a medical university. As I did not want to waste a year before applying again, I decided to improve my English and left to study in Manchester. As you can imagine, I did not really study much for my medical exams and decided that teaching English back in the Czech Republic would be the best option for me.
I got into the West Bohemian University in Pilsen in the Czech Republic and after 4 years I got my MA degree in teaching English at secondary schools. Soon I secured my first ever teaching job at the Grammar School in Cheb, and absolutely loved my job.
I had always been known as a jet-setter, and it did not take me long to start feeling that I needed to live abroad again. I was after a place with lots of sunshine, beautiful nature and very different to what I was used to. I decided to go to Australia.
I spent 5 wonderful years in sunny Sydney. Even after more than 12 years being back in London, I still feel very emotional about the life Down Under and am desperate to go back with my family. It was in Sydney where I met my future English husband. I had to go all the way to Sydney to meet the man who stole my heart.
But going back to what other jobs I was doing. After being spoilt by teaching English at one of the best grammar schools, I went to waitressing in restaurants. Quite a change, what do you think? It was hard, but it opened my eyes and I was proud of doing all that despite having an MA degree.
While living in Sydney I had a chance to meet so many wonderful people. One of these was a criminal lawyer in Sydney whom I am still in touch with. I think that’s what I loved about living in this sunny place, meeting so many different people and mixing with them. So many different nationalities and always with a smile on their faces.
Soon after I met my future husband, who was really encouraging me to continue my teaching career even in Sydney, I secured a job at the Holmes Institute and started teaching English to international students. I was so pleased and loved my job again.
When we eventually moved back to London, I knew that getting a teaching job would not be a problem as there are so many English Colleges. Unfortunately, the hours were so long and the salary was not great. I also knew I was ready to become a mum and soon swapped my students for looking after my newborn baby.
While becoming a mum has been the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, I knew that I still wanted to do while being at home looking after my daughter. That’s when I came across blogging and who would believe that all these years on, I am still here blogging and sharing my life with you!
Some people know very soon what they want to become one day, but some don’t. I explained to my daughter that there is no need to be upset, worried or to panic. We have started talking more about what she likes doing and what she can imagine would be a good job. She is an excellent student, and I know that whatever path she chooses she will be great at it and will always encourage her.
What do you think? Is there a certain age when children should know what they want to be when they grow up? What would be your dream job?